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"Gordon is a mighty square fellow; an honest man and a fair one. If you could stay out of the fight and go to him with clean hands but you couldn't do that, McVickar; you're too badly out of practice." "We needn't go into that phase of it.
McVickar to have me put on the railroad pay-roll. Isn't that the fact?" "Not exactly," said the senator, and a grim smile went with the qualified denial. "It was sort of the other way round. I reckon McVickar thought he was putting one across on me when he offered you the railroad job and got you to take it." "I know; that was at first.
"But right there we break apart, McVickar," cut in the other, setting his jaw with a peculiar hardening of the facial muscles that gave him the appearance of a fierce old viking attacking at the head of his squadrons. "I'm telling you over again that a new day has dawned in American politics; I and my kind recognize it, and you and your kind don't seem to be big enough to recognize it.
McVickar is on his way West now, and he will be here in a day or two. Why not kill the message and have it out with him in person when he comes?" Blount was not to be so easily appeased. "I won't have my communications tampered with!" he exploded. "If you have given an order to have that telegram held out, you can give another to have it sent immediately!"
He haunted Blount's up-town office the better part of the day; and finally, in sheer self-defence, I had to tip him off to the police, as I had threatened to. Another little mystery bobbed up there. Chief Robertson winked one eye at me and said: 'You're too late, Mr. Kittredge; your man has already been piped off and he's gone." "Who did it?" snapped McVickar.
"I presume you may as well know it, though I can tell you that it has been kept the darkest kind of a secret. Mr. McVickar came west to-day from Bald Butte in a new gasolene unit-car which is supposed to be making a trial trip over the road.
"We don't hear anything about your shutting down and tearing up the track." "No; luckily, the Transcontinental System does not lie wholly within your State boundaries. If it did, we might as well surrender our charter and go out of business shut down and tear up the track, as you put it." "All of which has come to be a pretty old and well-worn story with us, McVickar," said the listener quietly.
"Don't be silly, there's an old dear. I was only teasing you know that. You're not going for an hour yet. Come to think of it, you'll not go at all; you'll sleep in Ruth's bed. We've loads to discuss, loads! We haven't mentioned Hammie McVickar or that Mr. what's his name Stuart, wasn't it? or the refreshments. Come to think of it, Blue Bonnet's going to stay, too.
He could not help the feeling that he ought to be reading between the lines in the paternal surrender. "You think there will be more or less political work in my job with the railroad?" he suggested, determined to get at the submerged facts, if there were any. "Oh, I don't know; you say McVickar has hired you to do a lawyer's work, and I reckon that is what he will expect you to do, isn't it?"
It was just a bit of boyish rage fine enough in its way, but foolish your sending that telegram to Mr. McVickar. Can't you recall it?" "No; not now." "Then you must do the next best thing: tell him you have reconsidered." "But I haven't reconsidered; I can't and won't stand in with the corruption and bribery that is going on all around me!" he objected indignantly.
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